In lieu of all the haunted items popping up on Ebay, I
decided to hop on the bandwagon and make up, um, I mean, TELL you all
about this completely true, not fictitious in any way, no-lies-here story
involving a Mr Potato Head.

Here goes...

I was sitting at home alone one Saturday evening, playing with
my Mr. Potato Head collection and wondering why I couldn't find a man,
when I decided I'd make some dinner. "What better thing to sup upon
than my favorite meal?" I thought. And so I pulled out the flavorful
foodstuff that always made my mouth water...a potato. (Ironic, isn't it?)
Close by my side was my very favorite potato head...my best little special
friend, with whom I spent every waking moment.

"You are a cute little tater-water, aren't you? YES you
are!!!"

My little buddy was close by as I placed a large baking potato
on the counter.

Then I removed my gigantic knife from the drawer.

But something peculiar happened when I stabbed
the knife into the potato... I heard a strange sound and felt some kind
of presence in the room. Yes I really did. No, really!

I decided to just shake it off and went back to preparing my
dinner, but when I turned around, I noticed something
very, very strange about my favorite potato.

I couldn't put my finger on it, but SOMETHING
was different! Oh well.

I soon figured out what the difference
was! The spirit of the potato I had cooked for dinner had inhabited my
special little friend! Soon all kinds of strange things began to happen!

Lights began to flicker on and off, ALL BY THEMSELVES!!!

The potato would follow me from room to room! I'd just look up and there
he was!

He showed up behind me in the mirror while I was putting on makeup!

SPOOKY isn't it???

Sometimes I heard weird sounds coming from the oven. I'd open
the door, and there he'd be!!! I don't have any idea how he got there.

I actually saw him FLOATING in the air! ALL BY
HIMSELF! I have a photo here to prove it!!!

The other night when I went in the bathroom, I got THIS terrifying
picture!!! Kind of sends chills down your spine, doesn't it?

I was ticked when he decided it would be funny to peer over
the back of the couch and scare me half to death.

Later he started wandering down the hall at odd times, wearing
his ghostly white sheet and generally frightening the cats. You can
see how terrified my boy is!

Sometimes he just floats around in the middle of the day, his
white sheet billowing beneath him.
I was lucky to be able to capture this picture to prove it.

I was OK with it at first...the odd noises, the waking me up
in the middle of the night, the disappearing french fries, the floating,
and the general terrorizing of my cats, but when the blankety blank dingleberry
tried to steal my car, I'd had enough! That's when I decided to get rid
of him by selling him on ebay.